Chapter 475

As the dead animal disintegrated into bone dust.

Song Qingshu's second battle on the road to immortality finally came to a perfect end.

Song Qingshu looked up at the nearly collapsed white bone world and the wailing of tens of thousands of white bone creatures.

Although there was indifference in his eyes, he did not know why there was an extremely hidden unbearable state of mind.

"Alas, what's wrong is the incomplete way of heaven, and you can't blame these bones."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time. He just lowered his head and sighed.

Then song Qingshu waved at will, and the avenue array covered with the sky was wiped out and dissipated into nothingness.

The majestic breath of the avenue also disappeared, and the dragon vein under the white bone sea was calm.

Song Qingshu's figure fell to the earth from high altitude, and his clothes floated in the wind on the pale earth, just like a demon God.

Just when song Qingshu planned to leave the world, tear open the door of emptiness and set foot on the road to ascend the immortal.

The originally gloomy white bone world suddenly appeared, except for an extremely strong breath, which firmly absorbed the thoughts of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to leave for a moment.

"It seems that there are some other treasures in the white bone world besides white bones."

Talk to yourself.

As soon as song Qingshu flashed, his body turned into a fast-moving Aurora, and in an instant he disappeared into the deepest part of his white bone sea.

In the deepest part of the white bone sea, song Qingshu found one big white bone tomb after another.

Every big tomb is made of bone blocks, which is surrounded by countless big tombs.

Song Qingshu just swept away, and he found several ancient tombs.

Later, song Qingshu checked carefully and found that there were no less than dozens of large white bone tombs here.

In every big white bone tomb, there is a strange looking corpse and remnant bones lined with it, and there is a Yin wind blowing from time to time.

The chilly air filled the void and almost blew the place where song Qingshu stood.

Song Qingshu felt the death in the white bone tomb, and his eyebrows couldn't help raising half a trace.

Most of the scenery in the great white bone tomb was left by the masters of the dead countries in previous dynasties.

It can be said that all of them are broken bones, all of which lose their luster and have no breath of the main road because their essence is absorbed by the terrible beast.

"The white bone world is the white bone world. As expected, there is nothing valuable to use."

Song Qingshu looked at the vast white bone world and muttered to himself.

The white bone world can be said to be a pure dead world, and the vitality of heaven and earth on it shows a desperate dead spirit.

In this vast world of death, it is absolutely impossible to grow fairy medicine, nor can it breed any fairy liquid.

All over the eyes of song Qingshu, there are no other things except bones and ghosts.

When song Qingshu observed this dead world.

The prompt sound of the system was just right in Song Qingshu's mind:

"Ding, the system prompts that the treasure of the white bone sea is within thousands of miles around the host. I hope the host can find it patiently and don't miss the opportunity."

As this sentence came into song Qingshu's mind.

The yuan God in Song Qingshu's mind became very sensitive when he perceived lidon.

With the sensitivity of song Qingshu, an unspeakable breath blew to song Qingshu in the depths of the white bone sea.

The breath is majestic with vitality and gloomy with death.

His life and death are as reasonable as one side of Tai Chi and eight diagrams of yin and Yang, which are lingering and immortal. There is a great law on it to live and die.

"Eh, strange fluctuations!"

Song Qingshu felt the waves in the depths of the sea and smiled, and then his figure disappeared and disappeared like a flash of lightning,

Boom.

Song Qingshu came to this area where life and death spread.

From the cold and deep underground came the waves of the incomplete avenue of life.

The fluctuation was almost imperceptible, and ordinary friars could not detect anything at all.

Only the physical body of song Qingshu, which can be compared with the strong ones in the realm of transforming God, can be keenly aware of the changes under his feet.

"The king of white bones can't stop me. Is this pure natural death defense? Hum, what a joke. "

Song Qingshu looked at the terrible death whispered in the white bone cave, smiled coldly and burst into a loud cry.

As song Qingshu shouted loudly.

His whole body began to emit wisps of gold. Finally, song Qingshu was a god of war dressed in red and gold armor.

Its powerful body is almost as powerful as destruction.

Then song Qingshu sneered. In a flash, he disappeared thousands of miles under the ground and reached the core.

In addition to the boiling and surging magma under the bottom of the white bone sea, there is an unspeakable and extremely gloomy terrorist gas engine on it.

Song Qingshu seems to have come to the source of death.

In front of this gloomy and terrible atmosphere, song Qingshu's body heard a crackling sound, just like fried beans.

His body was about to crack and his hair stood up.

The yuan God villain of song Qingshu came out of his body and stood on the top of song Qingshu's head, spreading a clear light of cultivation.

Then the terrible breath that threatened song Qingshu disappeared directly into smoke and no longer existed.

"This gloomy breath is even stronger than that of the beast?"

"It's a little interesting."

Song Qingshu looked at the terrible Yin isolated by the villain of the yuan God. He smiled coldly and whispered again.

Magma gurgles and surges under the earth's core under the white bone sea. The temperature is so hot that it can refine magic soldiers and iron. Ordinary people will turn into ashes here, but song Qingshu is safe and sound.

Song Qingshu tried his best to look at a place according to his feeling, and his eyes were full of interest.

In the red magma pool, there is a stone as big as a millstone that has been corroded by lava to almost crack.

There are strands of black liquid in the interior of the grinding plate.

Those liquids are like black jade melting.

Black light like night flows on it, and red magma embellishes the black liquid with luster.

"Incomparably pure breath of death?"

Song Qingshu looked at the black light and whispered unbelievably.

In the package of red melt.

Every breath overflowing from the black grinding plate is very strong.

Song Qingshu looked at the breath from a distance and was very convinced.

If you are an ordinary monk, even if that monk is already a terrible existence above the realm of God.

But as long as you take a sip of the breath on the dark grinding plate, it will turn into Mori white bones, and there is no vitality to talk about.

Although this dark stone is only the size of a millstone.

But when song Qingshu faced this millstone.

He felt as if he were facing a vast ocean of death.

The lacquer black liquid contained in this black grinding plate makes people want to collapse, almost desperate.